Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Can,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.